A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
The Saga Continues is the product of the mind of ADMIN ADI; all contents are copyright their original owners. All characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. All images are copyright their original owners. This skin Operation Mindcrime was made by pharaoh leap of Pixel Perfect and put together by ADMIN KRYSTAL
Ar'vach'al Market Square could have been considered as a small town in itself. It was a massive plaza, lined with buildings that stood at 3 to 5 stories tall. These were hotels, both grandiose and seedy, each accompanied with their own respective dining establishment- be it a dank cantina, or a terraced restaurant. It could be seen that the high end establishments stuck to the east, whilst the low end establishments kept to the west. At the center of the plaza stood a massive statue, wrought from electrum, depicting Lord Iniquitous, one of the lords of the Dark Tide, stepping over the skull of one of his adversaries.
The square itself was constantly crowded with merchant stalls and travelers. This was the only port in the storm for those who were not granted a Visa on Byss. For those who did have one, a pair of massive obsidian gates stood directly across from the space port, with a checkpoint guarded by a squad of soldiers.
The Dark Lord stepped out of the spaceport's main entrance, clad in full battle armor regalia. He was greeted by the sight of grandiose festivities. Even within the confines of the market place, which was in actuality a dressed up quarantine area, the spirit of the day did not falter.
Banners hung high, displaying the sigil of the Dark Tide, as well as that of the Iron Fist, while streamers of black and red ran from building to building. The sound of music and deafening revelry filled his ears. He looked behind him to see if Morrigan was near by. Seeing her eyes widen at the sight of the festival, she could hear him chuckle.
"Wait until we enter the city proper. This is not the true festival."
With that being said, there was no lack of drunks and abrasive fools. Nexus stopped in his tracks, allowing her to come close. He did not want to have her deal with any ruffians looking for a squeeze. An Tiarna would certainly tolerate nothing less.
As he said this, he noted a staggering Togorian, probably an ex-soldier, making his way towards them. Nexus looked at Morrigan.
"Shall you break his heart, or would you prefer me to break his face?"
The Togorian teetered closer- even through his helm, Nexus could smell the stench of what could only be described as a petri dish of non-complimentary cocktails.
Morrigan had been following Nexus like a child. Suddenly she froze in her tracks. This reality - the one in which we exist became cloudy, distorted... shadowy? Yes. The Realm of Shadows. Turning and tuning all things material collided with the spiritual. Torn between the two she struggled, images and voices from deep inside pulling and calling her name. A voice? Yes. But to whom did it belong? Searching for the answer she already knew all became shrouded in a crimson red aura.... And like that she was spit back in the reality from which she came. Our reality. In her head the voice - a familiar protective voice from her past - echoed "Sorry kid... you needed that...." Then it was gone. Collapsing to her knees she coughed and gasped for breath. Looking up she spied Nexus. She was able to get out these words between coughing and spitting.
"Nexus... we need to go to Manaan.... The graveyard.... Now!!"
As she stopped, so did he. A familiar whisper caressed the back of his mind, causing the skin on the back of his neck to rise slowly. He felt the presence of something that few could comprehend. Slowly turning his gaze to Morrigan, he noticed that she stopped dead in her tracks, with a distant look in her eyes.
"I'lithim reva'lich Sac'ras nostras"
The words left his lips in a voice that was not his own. "Reveal to me the secrets of another", was the spell he spoke. Then the abyss engulfed him, yet he was no stranger to the darkness, as he traversed the Realm of Shadows and mastered the arts of the Black. There he stood, the stranger who spoke to Morrigan. Nexus was invisible to both of them, yet he could see all that had come to past. Then light invaded their eyes, as their world returned to normal.
As Morrigan came to, she would find herself staring at the boots of the Dark Lord, who offered an armored gauntlet.
"I agree." That was all he said, stoic as always. Yet she could sense a different aura around him. He was no longer Nexus, the Lord of Chaos, but rather Malakaii, the High Priest of the Black. Such as it was, few knew of their culture- Nexus wasn't even sure if Morrigan knew his involvement and that of his deceased uncle. They were known as the Ard'Mundus, or Walkers of Planes; Nexus was able to do so with a bastardization of Sith Sorcery, though Iniquitous' methods were unknown to him.
Lifting the woman to her feet with utter ease, he promptly turned on his heel, making his way back to the hangar bay.
